Can pierce a complete bosom. Why I desire thee Fri. T. May your grace speak of it? Duke. My holy sir, none better knows than you How I have ever loved the life removed, And held in idle price to haunt assemblies Where youth, and cost, and witless bravery keeps. Io A man of stricture and firm abstinence, My absolute power and place here in Vienna, And he supposes me travell'd to Poland; Fri. T. Gladly, my lord. Duke. We have strict statutes and most biting laws, The needful bits and curbs to headstrong weeds, 20 That goes not out to prey. Now, as fond fathers, Becomes more mock'd than fear'd; so our decrees, The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Fri. T. It rested in your Grace To unloose this tied-up justice when you pleased: 30 Duke. And it in you more dreadful would have seem'd I do fear, too dreadful: father, Therefore, indeed, my I have on Angelo imposed the office; Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home, To do in slander. And to behold his sway, I will, as 'twere a brother of your order, Visit both prince and people: therefore, I prithee, Is more to bread than stone: hence shall we see, 40 50 [Exeunt. Scene IV. A nunnery. Enter Isabella and Francisca. Isab. And have you nuns no farther privileges? Fran. Are not these large enough? Isab. Yes, truly: I speak not as desiring more; Who's that which calls? Turn you the key, and know his business of him; Then, if you speak, you must not show your face; Enter Lucio. Lucio. Hail, virgin, if you be, as those cheek-roses A novice of this place, and the fair sister To her unhappy brother Claudio? Isab. Why, her unhappy brother'? let me ask The rather, for I now must make you know I am that Isabella and his sister. II [Exit. Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets you: Not to be weary with you, he's in prison. Isab. Woe me! for what? Lucio. For that which, if myself might be his judge, He hath got his friend with child. Isab. Sir, make me not your story. 20 It is true. 30 I would not-though 'tis my familiar sin As with a saint. Isab. You do blaspheme the good in mocking me. Lucio. Do not believe it. Fewness and truth, 'tis thus:— As those that feed grow full,—as blossoming time, To teeming foison,—even so her plenteous womb Isab. Some one with child by him?-My cousin Juliet ? Isab. Adoptedly; as school-maids change their names Lucio. Isab. O, let him marry her. Lucio. She it is. This is the point. The duke is very strangely gone from hence; 40 50 60 With profits of the mind, study and fast. Isab. Doth he so seek his life? Lucio. Has censured him Already; and, as I hear, the provost hath A warrant for his execution. Isab. Alas! what poor ability's in me And make us lose the good we oft might win 71 And let him learn to know, when maidens sue, 80 Men give like gods; but when they weep and kneel, All their petitions are as freely theirs As they themselves would owe them. Isab. I'll see what I can do. Lucio. But speedily. Isab. I will about it straight; No longer staying but to give the Mother |